
I threw a smile at my father, then blinked one eye at my mother. I know, they both must have done this on purpose, to help me. I got Rona's face that looked a little stiff. Seems too shocked by the question sentence that just popped from my real father's lips.
"Om ... actually ...."
"The next day we'll get married, Dad."
I drew his slow sentence at the same time. He hurriedly glanced at me with a half-sharp, yet unrequited look. Because I ... only responded with a smile.
Father and mother looked so happy, then resumed the conversation. "Then, tomorrow we will make the preparations" she explained.
Rona seemed a little worried, I didn't really know what was floating around in my mind. Could he still doubt his feelings?
"Is there something you want to say?" tanyaku who had just looked at his movements that seemed to describe doubt.
He smiled lightly at me, then straightened up his seat, looking straight at the owner of the residence. "Look, Om ... Aunt ... Not that you don't know very well, who am I? Come from a poor family? Kayakah?" He asked a question.
"How can you possibly be so sure as to accept me as a son-in-law in this house?" His opinion makes perfect sense, father and mother even successfully made him exchange views.
Before chiming in, Dad had set his sights on me. "We believe that whoever Huda chooses means he's the best."
Super once ...!
The mother, who agreed with the husband's argument, then rose from the argument, and stood between me and Rona. "Father and mother really approve of your marriage, so you don't have to worry about it. Huda told me everything about you."
KRECEK
I can see, Rona stiffened for a moment when mother said her last sentence. Maybe he was wondering, did I also tell him about his relationship with the mayor's son?
Ah, I'm not that stupid. Where maybe the big secret about his life I spread it just like that, regardless of it to my parents.
For now and then, Rona's disgrace is my disgrace. His pride is also my pride. I won't let anyone ruin his life, including my family.
...***...
Mother seemed so preoccupied with one-way communication - begging a cell phone in her ear. Busy to contact several parties involved in the success of his only son's wedding. While dad, he even looks relaxed and approached me who is now struggling with a laptop in plain sight.
"When is the certificate, Commander?" his question was probably very understanding with some sheets of paper lying on the table.
"Next week, maybe I should go back to the polda." I answered without taking my eyes off the white screen that was still on.
He was heard sighing deeply, then patting my shoulder, which I believe is something important he wants to talk to the future king.
King a day, that is!
Learn where Dad is about that phrase?
"Women are like ribs, son. If it is too hard, it will break. However, if left alone, then he will do as he pleases" he said suddenly.
I stopped the activity, then turned my eyes to him. "I mean, Dad?"
I think I've been wrong to ask the question.
"There's no way a Police Academy drop-off officer wouldn't understand the simple words of father."
Well, right? I was humiliated!
I immediately cast a glance in any direction, trying to throw my face off in front of the middle-aged man, who still looked very handsome in view. Otherwise, how could I have been born with such a handsome face, right?